City

Millions of people and still we’re alone

wandering sidewalks of faces unknown

we’re reaching for heaven and scraping the sky

but Monday through Friday we’re living a lie

 

the weekend arrives and we drink to forget

a decade since college, we’re still drowning in debt

with no end in sight there’s no light we can see

but we hear the train coming, we just want to be free

 

from New York to Chicago, LA to San Fran

we’re wasting our lives working jobs we can’t stand

we gave you our sweat, and we gave you our tears

we gave you our blood as you took our best years

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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